on August 14th 2018
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Wicked Rogue of Mine
Historical romance authors Scarlett Scott, Amanda Mariel, Gemma Blackwood, Dawn Brower, Ellie St. Clair, Tammy Andersen, and Jillian Eaton bring you a must-read collection of swoon worthy stories.
From the decks of a pirate ship to the ballrooms of London, the unlikeliest of pairings find their way to happily ever afters.
For a limited time, you can meet this collection of rogues from pirate Captain Edmond Grey to the laird Earl of Dumfries along with five other sexy heroes.
Tuesday, through Friday we will be learning more about the lovely stories.
Grace Captures the Captain
By Gemma Blackwood
About the book…
The last thing Grace Rivers expects when she is sent to the country in disgrace is to receive a proposal from a handsome young army officer she hasn’t seen in years. Captain Charles Everly’s motive is far from romantic – his object is her inheritance: the beautiful country house that was his childhood home. As unexpected feelings develop between them, Grace’s past and Charlie’s rash actions throw everything they hold dear into peril. They must each decide which they value more: their childhood dreams, their damaged reputations, or their newfound love.
At the river’s edge, Grace took off her half boots and rolled down her silk stockings, revealing several inches of each slim leg as she did. Charlie had never been a man for fine ankles, but he had to admit to a certain curiosity about the woman he intended to marry. Her ankles were, indeed, very fine. He watched her out of the corner of his eye, aware that a true gentleman would look away.
When Grace was ready, her skirts bunched up and lifted to her knees, she took Charlie’s hand again and let him lead her out into the water. The cold made her squeal at first. Charlie resisted the temptation to kick up a splash and give her something to really shout about.
“It’s cold!” she gasped, wiggling her toes.
“It’s just the thing,” Charlie insisted.
“Yes, but – are there fish?”
“Oh, huge ones. Great man-eating trout.”
Grace kicked her foot towards him, sending a splash of water up his already-sodden trouser leg. “You won’t scare me.”
“I wouldn’t dream of it.” Charlie flung himself back onto the bank, leaning up on his elbows to watch as Grace waded on. She was mostly concerned with watching the riverbed for sharp stones, but every so often she shot a glance up at him filled with such curiosity that he could not resist asking her what lay behind it.
“I am trying to make out your character,” Grace admitted, not noticing that the hem of her skirt had touched the water.
“Am I such a difficult study?”
“You are an impossibility.” Grace stepped neatly over a rock and came to sit on the bank beside him, choosing a dry piece of grass. “The few moments we have spoken alone together, you have been nothing but charming. But your actions – your rash behaviour – that speaks of a different, more difficult man. I want to know the sort of person I am going to marry, and I’m afraid I don’t know you – not yet.”
“I have always had a streak of wildness in me,” Charlie admitted. “When it rears its head, when my temper rises, I give in to it too often. It was easier in the army. Following orders and leading my men kept me well-occupied.”
“But you have no desire to rejoin?”
“I have other considerations at hand. My father’s money was left to me – what remained of it. My duty now is to the next generation of Everlys.”
Grace was frowning. “Is that why you want to marry me? Are there no girls you know better, who might suit you more?”
Charlie’s hand darted out before he could check it, and brushed Grace’s cheek. “But none half as pretty, Grace.”
She ducked away from the compliment. “That is no foundation for a marriage.”
“Well, let’s set about building one.”
Searching for My Rogue
By Dawn Brower
about the book…
Alys Dewitt has always dreamed of finding her very own happily-ever-after, but she never would have envisioned the path she’d have to fall down to find him. James Kendall, the Duke of Weston returns from war to find an injured woman on his estate. She mumbles strange phrases and keeps calling him by another name. Thinking her a bit mad from her wounds, he takes her to the manor and calls for a doctor. As days goes by they are drawn to each other. If they’re brave enough they’ll discover a love that defies time.
James shouldn’t be left alone with Alys. It wasn’t proper at all. The gossipmongers would shred them to pieces if they ever found out. Who was she? Would her family descend on him and demand he marry her? Hell, he should offer to do it. It was the right thing to do, but fool that he was, he wanted to pick his own wife. This lovely lady wasn’t meant for him—she already cared for another, and it wasn’t him.
Alys sighed and clutched her bag at her waist. Perhaps he should remove it. It couldn’t be comfortable wrapped around her petite frame. James stood and hobbled over to the bed. His side itched and burned with each movement. He hissed as pain shot through him, but ignored it as best he could. Alys rolled over, making it easier for him to untangle the bag from her shoulder. He yanked it and stumbled backward. The bag hit the floor, some of the contents spilling out. The strange shoes, a weird tube, and a set of keys—Alys moaned loudly diverting his attention so he shoved it all back inside.
Alys moaned again.
James rushed to her side. “Alys?”
Her sea-green eyes met his. “You’re a beautiful man. Have I ever told you that? No, why would I?” She cupped his cheek with the palm of her hand. “Tell me, do you still believe love is for fools?”
James sucked in a breath. “Yes, I do.” How had she known?
“Love is a dream—a whimsical journey constantly surprising you. It’s not meant for fools. At least, not in the way you believe. True love is a journey you willingly leap into.” She sighed. “You’ll see one day. I will help you.”
She pulled his head down and touched his lips to hers. Fire spread through him, lighting him up, burning him from the inside out—he had to stop her. He stumbled backward, putting distance between them. When he looked back down at her, her eyes were closed again.
“What kind of madness is she driving me to?”
“Your Grace, the doctor is here.” Wilson called from the entrance.
“Very well. I will be in my chambers if you need me.”
James hurried out of the room. His breathing heavy and tapered with each step he took. That had been way too close. What was the chit after? Was she truly mad, or did she believe he was his brother? An easy mistake to make—they were identical twins.
Oh, Edward, why did you have to die?
James punched the wall. He slid to the floor and cradled his head in his hands. Tears he hadn’t allowed himself before fell down his cheeks. His body shook, he groaned as agony overtook him. So much loss, too much responsibility, and not enough of him to go around—weariness set through him.
A bath was suddenly too much for him to bear. He told the maid to leave it until morning. He needed to rest. James’s life had just become inherently more difficult. He lusted after the woman he believed loved his brother. James could not, would not, give in to those urges.
He would take care of Alys, but he would not give her his heart. If he did, she’d own him. They hadn’t even had a real conversation—he doubted she’d even seen him when she opened her eyes. Whoever she had seen, he couldn’t live up to those expectations. She was wrong… Love, indeed, was for fools, and James would never play the fool.
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